Name: Alexandre Constantin
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Occupation: Retired Soldier, War Hero, and fisherman
Social Class: Peasant
Financial situation: Destitute
Appearance: Handsome, short hair, long nose, piercing eyes, about 203 cm, 315 pounds
Location: Dieppe, France
Habitual locations: Dieppe, Paris, Jardin Les Tuileries
Daily routine: Fishes at Dieppe (takes 2 days), sells them at the Paris Market (1 day)
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Was intelligent and educated for a peasant, strong, agile, very large in weight and height. Solemn, quiet and serious.
Past/individual-family history: The family was a line of fishermen, passing down their skills from generation to generation.
Family: Grandmother, Father, Little Brother, Little Sister, Wife, Male Infant Child
Social relations with your own and other classes: Had many friends and knew many people from the peasant class, and also some from the Bourgeoise, but now from other classes.
Religion: Catholic
Education: Literate,
Languages you speak: French.
Main privileges and/or hardships: Had a house, some money, however not much. Was poor and had to move from Paris to Dieppe every day. Grandmother was sick.
Portrait:
I was strolling along the Paris marketplace, when I met my old friend Camile Allile.
Today I was walking along the Paris marketplace as usual, when I saw my old friend Camille Allile. She was the local clothes merchant, and she designed the clothes herself. As I was purchasing a few clothes, we talked about life and the recent events, which were quite out of the ordinary. Camille is twenty, and she happens to be very close with my younger sister which is how we met. Unfortunately, she is deprived of a proper family, but on the bright side, now she can live well and without worry due to only having to support herself and not many other family members with the money she earns in the clothes shop. She is of medium composition, and she lives in Brittany, along the coastline. We talked about how revolutionaries are gathering ready to change France, and how tomorrow, the Three Estates meeting would be held at the palace of Versailles, and they would discuss their differences. To be honest, I did not think in the slightest it would turn out with a peaceful resolution, for the third estate represents 97% of France’s population, and the other two estates are the other 3%, which yet again gives a small amount of people a huge amount of power. Think about it. The poor and the rich have very contrasting views, and the fact that 97% of the country’s people only hold one third of the political power is outrageous and will surely be opposed very harshly, not to mention that the situation in the country is already tense as revolutionary people are getting ready for fighting. Today as I was on my way back to Dieppe I even saw some revolutionaries in a training drill! Some weird stuff happening these days. Especially with that weak king Louis XVI on the loose. He isn’t fit at all to rule this magnificent country of France. Due to his and his wife (Marie Antoinette)’s extreme personal luxury spending and his inefficient ruling, France has been plunged into debt, and also the cost of bread even rose, which I am suffering from. France and it’s citizens cannot tolerate this no longer. They will have to change, or we will make them change.
I was watching the execution of King Louis XI, when I met my old friend Bastien Armand. Janurary 21, 1793
As I was watching the spectacle of the execution of the King, the tyrannical ruler that drove France into destitution, I saw my old friend and student Bastien just as the King was being pushed into the guillotine. As the king was beheaded, we recalled our memories on the revolutionary war, where we were shipped to the New World, and we fought Indians and helped the Revolutionary Americans against the English. I was still a head taller than the guy, and at the olden times he was a private and I was a sergeant, but now that i'm retired and done with war, he now has gained a full fledged lieutenant badge. Oh how I was proud of him. As the king was executed, people rushed in with napkins to soak them in the king's blood. I didn't even bother, however Bastien soaked two napkins and gave one to me. I accepted, however I did not see the logic in soaking the napkins with blood. The people thought that the king was some kind of divine messenger from god, and they wanted his "sacred blood", however I did not believe in such blasphemy. I thought that surely the king was a mortal, just like me or Bastien. We talked about our experiences in the Revolutionary war at the New World, and we sure did kill a lot of English together. Redcoats, we called em. Quite bloody as well. The battle of Yorktown ended it all, where our navy and part of our army there with the revolutionary army surrounded the British. It was a stunning victory. We drove them brits out of the place, and we of course took our fair share of land. However what I didn't like about the war was that it took huge amounts of money to maintain the army and send all the troops and supplies to the New World, which yet was another reason France's economy was starting to look real bad. Bad economies mean high prices for bread, which means less bread. So therefore me and my family went hungry until now, with only just enough bread and cheese to get by. Bastien wasn't doing so well either, he was staying in the millitary so he could send the money back to his family. He was planning to come back home pretty soon.
I was loitering at the louvre, when I was stopped by a news reporter who was in desperate need of an interview.
At the louvre, I was waiting for a certain man who would find and take me to the secret training grounds of the famous Old Guard, the Elite soldiers of the French army, the best of the best, and the personal guard of Napoleon himself. I was waiting for the man to lead me there, where I would be conscripted back into the army as a member of the Old guard, when I met eyes with an old friend and identified him as Simeon Thayer, my best friend and war comrade's eldest son. As Simeon Thayer had a friend named Bastien Roux whose occupation was news reporting, it was Bastien's duty to interview and gain as much information about the recent events influencing our beloved country and it's people. Simeon walked up to me, and after exchanging our pleasantries, Simeon introduced Bastien, and we went on right into the interview. We discussed many things, including Napoleon's life and experiences before his ascendance into greatness, for I actually knew the great man before he became the general of the French Army. That was how I actually gained the special privilege of joining the Old Guard even though I am over the maximum age limit for applicants, which is thirty five. I talked about Napoleon's experience at the military academy where he went, and then he was still small for his young age then, however extremely clever, bright and tactical. Then I caught sight of the man I was waiting for and met him. He was to take me to the Louvre, and conscript me to the Imperial Army, where I would be positioned in the ranks of the Old Guard, again I repeat the most respected and formidable fighting troops in all of Europe, and the pay was of a considerable sum as well. The money I estimated I would bring back home after my service was way more than enough to pay the expenses of my family for a whole lifetime. Then I had an idea, I struck a deal with Simeon Thayer to pay his family twenty five percent of the money I would earn in my twenty years of service as a member of the Old Guard when I came back, for in the past Thayer's family had done me many, many favors, both small and big. Oh here comes Napoleon himself! I must conclude my diary today for now, training is about to begin.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Occupation: Retired Soldier, War Hero, and fisherman
Social Class: Peasant
Financial situation: Destitute
Appearance: Handsome, short hair, long nose, piercing eyes, about 203 cm, 315 pounds
Location: Dieppe, France
Habitual locations: Dieppe, Paris, Jardin Les Tuileries
Daily routine: Fishes at Dieppe (takes 2 days), sells them at the Paris Market (1 day)
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Was intelligent and educated for a peasant, strong, agile, very large in weight and height. Solemn, quiet and serious.
Past/individual-family history: The family was a line of fishermen, passing down their skills from generation to generation.
Family: Grandmother, Father, Little Brother, Little Sister, Wife, Male Infant Child
Social relations with your own and other classes: Had many friends and knew many people from the peasant class, and also some from the Bourgeoise, but now from other classes.
Religion: Catholic
Education: Literate,
Languages you speak: French.
Main privileges and/or hardships: Had a house, some money, however not much. Was poor and had to move from Paris to Dieppe every day. Grandmother was sick.
Portrait:
I was strolling along the Paris marketplace, when I met my old friend Camile Allile.
Today I was walking along the Paris marketplace as usual, when I saw my old friend Camille Allile. She was the local clothes merchant, and she designed the clothes herself. As I was purchasing a few clothes, we talked about life and the recent events, which were quite out of the ordinary. Camille is twenty, and she happens to be very close with my younger sister which is how we met. Unfortunately, she is deprived of a proper family, but on the bright side, now she can live well and without worry due to only having to support herself and not many other family members with the money she earns in the clothes shop. She is of medium composition, and she lives in Brittany, along the coastline. We talked about how revolutionaries are gathering ready to change France, and how tomorrow, the Three Estates meeting would be held at the palace of Versailles, and they would discuss their differences. To be honest, I did not think in the slightest it would turn out with a peaceful resolution, for the third estate represents 97% of France’s population, and the other two estates are the other 3%, which yet again gives a small amount of people a huge amount of power. Think about it. The poor and the rich have very contrasting views, and the fact that 97% of the country’s people only hold one third of the political power is outrageous and will surely be opposed very harshly, not to mention that the situation in the country is already tense as revolutionary people are getting ready for fighting. Today as I was on my way back to Dieppe I even saw some revolutionaries in a training drill! Some weird stuff happening these days. Especially with that weak king Louis XVI on the loose. He isn’t fit at all to rule this magnificent country of France. Due to his and his wife (Marie Antoinette)’s extreme personal luxury spending and his inefficient ruling, France has been plunged into debt, and also the cost of bread even rose, which I am suffering from. France and it’s citizens cannot tolerate this no longer. They will have to change, or we will make them change.
I was watching the execution of King Louis XI, when I met my old friend Bastien Armand.
Janurary 21, 1793
As I was watching the spectacle of the execution of the King, the tyrannical ruler that drove France into destitution, I saw my old friend and student Bastien just as the King was being pushed into the guillotine. As the king was beheaded, we recalled our memories on the revolutionary war, where we were shipped to the New World, and we fought Indians and helped the Revolutionary Americans against the English. I was still a head taller than the guy, and at the olden times he was a private and I was a sergeant, but now that i'm retired and done with war, he now has gained a full fledged lieutenant badge. Oh how I was proud of him. As the king was executed, people rushed in with napkins to soak them in the king's blood. I didn't even bother, however Bastien soaked two napkins and gave one to me. I accepted, however I did not see the logic in soaking the napkins with blood. The people thought that the king was some kind of divine messenger from god, and they wanted his "sacred blood", however I did not believe in such blasphemy. I thought that surely the king was a mortal, just like me or Bastien. We talked about our experiences in the Revolutionary war at the New World, and we sure did kill a lot of English together. Redcoats, we called em. Quite bloody as well. The battle of Yorktown ended it all, where our navy and part of our army there with the revolutionary army surrounded the British. It was a stunning victory. We drove them brits out of the place, and we of course took our fair share of land. However what I didn't like about the war was that it took huge amounts of money to maintain the army and send all the troops and supplies to the New World, which yet was another reason France's economy was starting to look real bad. Bad economies mean high prices for bread, which means less bread. So therefore me and my family went hungry until now, with only just enough bread and cheese to get by. Bastien wasn't doing so well either, he was staying in the millitary so he could send the money back to his family. He was planning to come back home pretty soon.
I was loitering at the louvre, when I was stopped by a news reporter who was in desperate need of an interview.
At the louvre, I was waiting for a certain man who would find and take me to the secret training grounds of the famous Old Guard, the Elite soldiers of the French army, the best of the best, and the personal guard of Napoleon himself. I was waiting for the man to lead me there, where I would be conscripted back into the army as a member of the Old guard, when I met eyes with an old friend and identified him as Simeon Thayer, my best friend and war comrade's eldest son. As Simeon Thayer had a friend named Bastien Roux whose occupation was news reporting, it was Bastien's duty to interview and gain as much information about the recent events influencing our beloved country and it's people. Simeon walked up to me, and after exchanging our pleasantries, Simeon introduced Bastien, and we went on right into the interview. We discussed many things, including Napoleon's life and experiences before his ascendance into greatness, for I actually knew the great man before he became the general of the French Army. That was how I actually gained the special privilege of joining the Old Guard even though I am over the maximum age limit for applicants, which is thirty five. I talked about Napoleon's experience at the military academy where he went, and then he was still small for his young age then, however extremely clever, bright and tactical. Then I caught sight of the man I was waiting for and met him. He was to take me to the Louvre, and conscript me to the Imperial Army, where I would be positioned in the ranks of the Old Guard, again I repeat the most respected and formidable fighting troops in all of Europe, and the pay was of a considerable sum as well. The money I estimated I would bring back home after my service was way more than enough to pay the expenses of my family for a whole lifetime. Then I had an idea, I struck a deal with Simeon Thayer to pay his family twenty five percent of the money I would earn in my twenty years of service as a member of the Old Guard when I came back, for in the past Thayer's family had done me many, many favors, both small and big. Oh here comes Napoleon himself! I must conclude my diary today for now, training is about to begin.